NOTES: Dreaming of India

This past weekend, we had Indian food on three separate occasions. I haven't had this quick a succession of the subcontinent's food since our trip last November. All this Indian food has caused me to dream of the food cooked by an old man, who could not speak any English, and whose only customers were me, Rekha, and the captain of our kettuvallom, a houseboat. His was some of the best Indian food we had on our trip. Below is a picture I took of a boat that looked almost exactly the same as ours floating along the backwaters of Kerala.